This cave was dark,
And besides our own echoes reflecting against the rock walls,
It was dead silent.
With vulgar experiences,
My senses adapted to the shadows,
Exposing gruesome monsters
Who lust for misery.
I see them all around, no longer hidden away in the black.
I hear their maniacal laughters echo through the misshapen halls.
I taste the blood that they splatter among the walls.
I feel their presence, sending shivers down my spine.
I smell their grimy stench polluting all around.
They are not attracted to me,
For I am wiser than their lunacy.
Yet I am still a sufferer,
As I watch their prey being chained up,
Waiting for mutation to become one of the horrors,
Or for death to come and claim them.
~D
